Walter Reed

By Meister Ranko

It's another sleepless night in the Prosecutor's office, another fructiferous investigation that unveils evidence for a case

An every day's routine, by the time being 21:00 he had already drunk his 20th coffee cup

Yep, that's the usual routine of prosecutor Godot, the same routine of his life

He finally ends reading the last file and, folds it and put it on a pile filled with other files

"Hard work is like sweet coffee…the more you effort, the better it gets…that's one of my rules…" Godot muttered seeing the piled up archives

I count the cases piled up high

For the 1:15.

Godot looks to the archives and his wrist watch alarm sound, signaling the end of the day

For platform and for passerby

He watches the other prosecutors pass by, overlooking his presence, he's just another strange

It's the same routine.

Even since he "returned from hell itself", his life became an automatic routine

Godot sighs, getting up from his seat

I'm ranting while I'm raving,

There's nothing here worth saving.

He leaves the Prosecutor's building, nothing in that place interested him but he had nowhere else to go besides his apartment

Tell me now, what more do you need?

Take me to Walter Reed tonight.

Baby I've lost the will for fighting

Over everything

He became a shadow of himself, he lost everything and what was worse, is that he couldn't do anything to evade it

And there's a few things I gotta say.

Make no mistake, I'm mad.

'Cause every good thing I had

Abandoned me.

The always noisy night of a busy city, and a lonesome figure wandering through the streets as he goes with a calm pace

All I want to do is hide.

It's graduation day

There was the "King of Prosecutors" award that night, yet he didn't seem to care, that's why he left, even if he was the winner he wouldn't receive it, because he had no one to share his success with…the only one woman he loved was dead and he targeted all his sorrow and anger to her apprentice (Phoenix Wright, or as he used to call him "Phoenix Trite")

And everything I learned inside

Didn't seem to pay.

I've had my fill of palm trees

And lighting up Grauman's Chinese.

He keeps wandering with no rush, not paying attention to anything around him

Tell me now, what more do you need?

Take me to Walter Reed tonight.

Baby I've lost the will for fighting

Over everything

He finally reaches his apartment, takes his key and opens the door

And there's a few things I gotta say.

Make no mistake, I'm mad.

'Cause every good thing I had

Abandoned me.

Godot turns on the lights and enter his apartment, thinking that his apartment was bigger than before (now that he was alone)

A sad and lonesome me.

I'm the walking wounded

And I'd say it to your face

But I can't find my place.

Godot is sat on his sofa, looking one photo he had in his pocket, it was Mia's photo, in the photo she was with him, and it was a photo taken after a case he won

"The only thing that keeps you with me, kitten…is this photo…" he muttered

So tell me now, what more do you need?

Take me to Walter Reed tonight.

Baby I've lost the will for fighting

Over everything

And there's a few things I gotta say.

Make no mistake, I'm mad

'Cause every good thing I had

Abandoned me.

And drinking another cup of coffee from his special blend, he drifts his mind in the thoughts of what could have been…

A sad and lonesome me.

"Because that's what I am…"

A sad and lonesome me.

"And because that's what I became…"

A sad and lonesome me.